Herbalists' Cache a mad thought

"i know many places there," sun eater agreed. "cold sea. warmer salt." drawing the hide more securely around the bodies of their children, sun eater let out his breath in an exhale, thinking of how desperately filled with fear he had been.

his starwoven spoke of songs; the caribou man mused on this for a time. "there is one i do remember." sun eater was not a musical sort; the gruff baritone lent itself all the same to a rendition of something he barely recalled.

'spirit snow, spirit tusk. lift your voice. sing you must. do you hear the caribou? running after, soon are you.'" he felt sheepish at the end of such; he cleared his throat and did not look her way for a moment, somewhat embarassed.

one of the pups stretched a tiny paw, and he reached to it, light flickering in his single eye.